Ten Thousand Demon Marsh was called the Great Marsh, but in truth, it was not all muddy swampland.
Three thousand li to the south.
The terrain rose sharply, and the miasma gradually thinned.
There was a ridge there, called Phoenix-Perch.
Though Phoenix-Perch Ridge lacked towering grandeur that pierced the clouds, it won out in its misty spiritual energy, with clouds and rosy mists billowing year-round.
Vast stretches of red maples blanketed the mountain like flames, burning half the sky crystal clear.
Echoing the surrounding expanse of snow-white mist, it was truly an immortal's Cave Abode.
This was the Lu Clan's ancestral land.
Yet at this moment, streams of brilliant light occasionally streaked across the skies above Phoenix-Perch Ridge and descended there.
Clearly, something was about to happen today.
As two streams of light descended, they revealed an old man and a young man.
The young man had barely landed before he complained to the elder, "The Lu Clan really has all the luck. Not only do they occupy such a treasure land here, they can even make the cultivators around them obediently come pay up."
Hearing this, the elder shot the young man a sidelong glance and sneered. "Luck? How naive."
"What? What did I say wrong?"
The elder shook his head. "To occupy a treasure land here and make the surrounding cultivators acknowledge the Treasure Gathering Assembly—how could that be as simple as luck... The Lu Clan's ancestors once had their day in the sun. I hear they produced a fierce figure who cultivated the Incense Golden Body. Back then, not to mention the southern Great Marsh, even across the entire Eastern Territory, he was a name that rang like thunder."
"What a pity. Wealth does not last beyond three generations, and the path of cultivation is much the